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Krrrrwwannnnggggg
A.: Guys, guys, guys. Look, when S. does his krrrrwaaaanggg, count to four and then come in. It's not that 'awd.
B.: Show us. Cos I don't get it, and I don't think that H. does, either.
H.: I don't. Not really. I mean, do I count to four fwom the krr or fwom the nggg?
A.: (sighs)
S.: Listen, okay. ... (Krrrrrwaaaaannngg) Okay, come in now!
B.: Okay, look, mates, you can't do that. You can't say 'come in now' and expect us to be just wight there. It don't work that way. I've never been in a band like this. Cwipes.
H.: I still don't get it. Fwom the krr or the nggg?
A.: Okay, all of you, shut your faces. Look. S. will do the krrrrwangggg and you'll count to four fwom the beginnin' of that.
H.: Fwom the krrr --
A.: Yes, H., fwom the krrr part. Okay? Let's try it again.
B.: Wait, wait. How does S. know how long to play the krrrwwaaaannnng? Cos when he just played it it was longer than the first time.
A.: (sighs)
S.: Like this. Listen. ... (Krrrrrrrrrrrrwang) Okay, there is where you come in.
B.: Wait, wait. That was shorter.
H.: It was. It was a lot shorter. You're not playin' with pwoper timing, S.
A.: Everybody shut up!
B.:
H.:
S.: Wight-o.
A.: Look. We all came into this knowin' that S. and I were the cweative geniuses behind the band, okay? He plays the weally awesome krrrwangggs and I write all the gweat songs and sing weally cool. And H. plays the dwums non-intwusive-like so as not to ovewwide the two geniuses, and B. plays bass, but low-like. Why is this so hawd?
H.: I think I've got it now. Can we twy again?
A.: (sighs) Good. Bout bloody time. Let's go. 1, 2, 3, and --
S.: (Weeeeeeeegggggrrrr cllaaaaaaaacccckkkk ssssschreeen krrrrwwaaaaannggg)
A.: "Oh, bite my foot, you bloody girl, you scwewed my life like a tilt-a-whirl --"
B.: (Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump thud thummmmpppp)
S.: (krrrrwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanggggg)
H.: (Bop bop smash pow crash bang poodle)
A.: Wait, wait, wait. Stop! ... Wot was that?
S.: Bloody 'ell. Wot are you blokes doin to this tune?
H.: Well, the krrwanng was quite a bit longer that time 'round, wodn't it now.
B.: He's wight. It was an 'elluva lot longer. Wot the 'ell?
A.: Stop wif all the 'ells, alright? Cwipes.
S.: And, 'ell -- sorry, I mean, (censored) -- wot was that funky poodle you hit there?
H.: I didn't hit a poodle.
A.: I heard it too, H. There was a poodle in there.
H.: I didn't hit no bloody poodle!
B.: He didn't.
A.: Oh, shut your face, you thumper. All you can do is bloody thump.
B.: Yeah? Well, you sing like a gawbage 'isposal.
S.: Awight, now, let's all be civilised.
H.: Your krrrwaanngg socked, S.
S.: Awight, now, that's it.
H.: (censored)! He 'it me!
A.: You desewved it, you bloody poodle. (censored)!
S.: Don't you got hittin' his face! That's wot sells the ticks!
B.: Ow!
S.: Cwipes!
A.: (swings)
H.: (thud)
B.: (swings)
A.: (crash)
S.: (swings)
B.: (thump)
H.: (swings)
S.: (krrrrwaaaannnggg)
H.: That's the pwoper length, you bloody fool.
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Congwatuwations
Krrrrwwannnnggggg mawks Deepwy Shawwow's 100th dialogue. Dwinks for evewyone!
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